Wednesday, August 30, 2017

August Painting Challenge Final - 31 paintings in 29 days


August Painting Challenge Complete! 

31 paintings in 29 days. 

This month I set myself the challenge of (averaging) one painting per day. 

Almost every painting was done in the evening, after the girls were asleep, with what little brain power I had left after a full day. Each painting was done within about 60 minutes before I ran out of steam.

Monday, August 28, 2017

If Daddy wants a Princess Cake, Daddy can have a Princess Cake.


Every so often, after we put the girls to bed, HandsomeJoe and I watch an episode or two of something cheerful. We slowly made our way through The Great British Baking Show. When we got to the episode with the Sweedish Princessa Torte, HandsomeJoe proclaimed "I want a Princessatorte for my birthday!" 

If Daddy wants a Princess Cake, Daddy can have a Princess Cake.

He may originally have been kidding.

For his birthday, we made him one.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Cleaner Looking Commode - Painting a toilet seat


Just over a year ago, I spent a lot of time painting things in my bathroom. 

As a follow up, this week's edition of "Why Yes! You can paint that!" we will feature...

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Not On My Watch - Thoughts on White Privilege, Racism, and Standing Up for Good.

Signs available locally and free printout link here.

These are troubled times. What has been long ignored has festered and is rising to the surface. 

I am here to say, in no uncertain terms, I will not allow bigotry, racism, or discrimination in my home or circles of influence.

Last year, in the wake of the presidential election, I wrote: dear friends, neighbors, fellow humans of every color, gender, creed, faith/non-faith, and orientation, in the face of vitriolic current events, I see you. 

You belong here just as much as I do. 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Frederick J. Fosher, Aug. 28, 1932 - July 31, 2017.

Yesterday we interred the ashes of my grandfather, who passed two weeks prior. 

My head is swimming full of half-formed sentences of what to say about this beloved grandfather, great-grandfather, husband, father, and friend.

Instead I find that words have left me and the tears have come.